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Chapter two: Remember Everything

"Oh dear mother, I love you. I'm sorry, I wasn't good enough. Dear father, forgive me 'cause in your eyes I just never added up. In my heart I know I failed you, but you left me here alone."

It should be me in that coffin not them. They did not deserve this; good people with kind heart don't deserve to be placed seven feet below us, only bad people with cold heart. What hurts me the most was seeing my sister breaking down during the awakening. My throat felt tight as my heart broke in two as she cried for her parents. No girl at her age should face these kinds of things, no one should.

I thought she was going to hate me forever about our parents death, I thought she was going to blame it on me. But she didn't, instead she became more close to me. More than ever. People who attended at the funeral gave us their condolences and felt pity; a few gave us stuffs and offered that if we ever need anything to just ask them. They are so kind, but I can never do that. I know better than that and I know what to do. I think.

The first night, Meg slept with me. We were both lying down in fetus position facing each other, our nose barely touching. She grabbed my arm and indicated for me to hug her as she snuggled closer to me, her nose touching my neck as I rested my head on top of hers. I looked outside and saw the two moons; one far from the big one but the big moon was shining brighter than ever. That night was the very first night I couldn't sleep knowing that my parents are gone forever. I have now to take responsibility and take care of Megan, and be there for her.

As days passes by, people would pass by and drop off stuffs at our house or ask if we need anything. I would just slam the door in front of them and walk away. When people from our town heard about our parent's death, it was shocking because no one has ever died when we got here. No one and it was weird to hear this shocking news and it sounds very wrong and unrealistic.

It has been about a week already since our parent's death, Meg is in school and I was at home with Ciara and the 'bots. We were in the kitchen drinking hot chocolate and eating fruits while the chief started to make lunch. Well, Ciara was going to eat not me. I just don't have the appetite anymore to eat. I looked at Ciara, her Aly Michalka looking alike, when she heard the news she has been there. She has been sleeping at my house since last week, sitting by my side every time I would wake up screaming or panting. There isn't one night that I don't have nightmares.

I stood there, sitting on a white marbled stool looking down at my cup of hot chocolate, tracing the rim with my right pinky. My once hot chocolate was now cold, Chief was offering to reheat it again I just said no. Ciara looked at me with a disapproval look as she chewed carefully her fruits, "Now don't starve yourself, Mel." She commented. I looked at her intense blue eyes as she sounded very serious. She had her dirty blond hair set up into a messy pony tail and a thin hair band wrapped around her forehead; she was wearing a long black skirt with gray flats, and white tank top. Me on the other hand; I had a pair of pants, an old beat up t-shirt and bed hair. I glared at her as I looked back at my drink and took a sip.

As I swallowed my drink, I pushed the cup to aside and placed my head down on the cool table. It's like, every time I close my eyes I can still hear the explosions, gun shots and the screaming echoing inside my head. I can feel my body shaking violently until Ciara places her hand on my shoulder, "Do you want to lie down?" she asked with concern. Before I could answer, we heard the doorbell ring and someone opening the door

"I bet it's another one offering their condolences." I snickered as Ciara helped me walked to my room. I felt really weak and cold, I was catching a cold already. As we were walking to my room, I felt Z floating behind us.

"Miss. Melody, there are visitors that would like to speak with you." Z announced as I waved her off, "Whatever it is, I don't want to hear another pettiness." Z moved fast and stood in front of us, "But madam, they are not. They are the detectives and the Leader that wants to speak with you." My eyes widened. What on earth is he doing here? Why do they want to talk to me? I looked at Ciara and back at Z.

"They just want to ask a few questions Miss. Melody." Z stated. I sighed; I seriously don't have the energy at this point.

"Alright, fine." Z nodded and floated away. Ciara let go of me and I went to my room and fixed myself, at least I should try to look presentable. And no, not for him.

I grabbed whatever touched my hand, which was a black dressing pant, a dark blue sating button down blouse, and a pair of black flats. I quickly glanced at my mirror and fixed my hair, I pulled my bangs forward and pulled my hair up and set it up into a bun. I had dark circles around my eyes so I used foundation to cover them; at least I look somewhat decent. Ciara was outside my room leaning against my wall, "Ready?" I just nodded and walked down the hall. As we walked downstairs, I saw four men and one of them being Optimus Prime. The man next to him was Detective Rogers; he was wearing a dark grey suit with a black tie and white button down blouse. Next to him was the famous well-known weapon specialist, Ironhide. He had a pair of tan cargo pants, black combat boots and a black muscle shirt. Lastly, the so innocent scout; Bumblebee. He was wearing just a pair of regular jeans and yellow t-shirt. Why? As we walked down these four men stood up to greet us properly.

Detective Rogers was the first one to extend his hand, "Miss. Melody, how are you doing?" I gave him the 'Are-you-fucking-serious?' look. Ciara cleared her throat indicating for me to behave.

"I, uh, just hanging in there, Detective Rogers." I tried to answer politely. I coughed a little bit as I started to feel awkward. I was never good at these type of things, I feel so pressured and overwhelmed now, "What bring you fine gentlemen around here?" I asked as I pointed at the seats indicating them to sit down. Ciara and I sat across from them, Z came in with a silver platter in her hand and offered these men drinks and I just grabbed a bottle of water.

"Well first of, I am sure you know who these men are I assume?" he pointed at the Autobots. I rolled my eyes, "I wish I didn't." I muttered as Ciara elbowed me, "What she meant to say, who wouldn't know them! Right, Mel?" she glared at me as she put on a fake smile.

"Yeah, sure. Let's just say Mr. Prime and I had a small encounter weeks ago." I stated as I stared at Optimus Prime. He looks different from last time I saw him, he had a distant look, a sorry look for some reason. He looked at me and half smiled, "Please feel free to call me Optimus." He suggested. I wonder how many girls he has told to call him by his first name, "I rather stick with Mr. Prime." I answered him. I heard Ironhide grunt as Bumblebee scratched the back of his head. I looked at Detective Rogers, giving him my undivided attention.

"The reason we are here is because we have a few questions about…the event that happened back at the elevator." I felt as if I lost my voice and unable to move. I felt as if my blood was running cold as my hands quickly grabbed Ciara's hand, "Besides your sister and your parents, was there anyone else with you?" he asked as he pulled out his small notepad and his pen. I felt anger for some reason but I controlled it.

"No. Who could possibly be there?" I asked. Rogers remained quiet as he nodded his head and looked at me, "Are you sure, Mel?"

"No I'm lying. Damn right I'm sure! I would've remembered who else was there with me!" I lost it.

"Mel, I just want to clarify things. There have been a few reports that there was a sighting of another person with you. Now, do you remember if someone got on the elevator and getting off before the explosion?" he asked.

Again, I shook my head. "No. Before the ride no one got in besides us, we did no stops. And want to know who got off? No one because two out of the four got killed. No more questions." I got up and so did he at the same time. Rogers placed a hand on my arm and I looked up at him, "I know what you are going through is not easy," I hissed at him, "What do you know, Rogers? Tell me who is responsible for my parent's death? I want to find them, haunt them, and kill them slowly and painfully. I want them to feel the intense pain that we felt, I want them to suffer slowly and beg for mercy. I want them to look at me square in the eye and apologize. Give me names." He remained quiet for a while and looked back at the Autobots and the leader.

"For now, we don't know who is responsible," I was about to say something until Optimus Prime butted in, "And even if we did, Miss. Melody, we wouldn't tell you." I looked at him as he got up. I saw that he had a box in his hand but that was minor detail. I walked behind Rogers and faced the tall leader.

"Why the hell not? I got the right to know!" I shouted at him

"For your own safety." I laughed. I laughed so hard that tears started to well up threating to cry as my fists were balling up, "My own safety?" I pointed at myself, "What about my parents? You call yourselves heroics and look what happened!" I pointed at all of them. Ciara tried to pull me back but I pulled away from her and continued ranting, "All these…these pathetic groups supporting you calling you heroes. Not this time, why? You didn't try. You weren't there when we fell. You weren't there when we cried for help." I dabbed by fingers hard on his chest and I kept on going, "You let them down. My parents believed in you. I on the other hand, I never did. You came to my planet and-and, God I waited for this day, you destroyed home. Does a hero do that? You took away my life! My dream! I never thought that you would take away my family. Mr. Prime, Optimus Prime I hate you. I hate you so much from the first time I laid eyes on you. You're dead to me. You. Were. Never. There." I felt a strong rough hand on my shoulder.

"That is enough." Ironhide demanded. I slapped his hand away as Optimus spoke, "No Ironhide. She has to the right to speak and tell us what she feels." Is he guilt tripping me? Ironhide glared at me, "You have no respect, child. You have no idea of the things we go through. Pathetic." He scoffed as the Bumblebee just looked at me angrily. Rogers stepped up, "We apologize for intruding, Mel. But, there's just one last thing that we want to hand to you." He looked at Optimus as he pulled up a box that I saw earlier and handed it to me. I looked at it carefully and took it. I took of the lid and quickly drop the box to the floor causing for the items inside fall out and crashing on the marble floor.

I looked at the four men with a furious look, "Are you serious?!" I shouted at them, "How dare you to-to..." I looked down at the jewelries and brought a million flashbacks. I was losing it, I'm going mental. I kicked the box with the remaining items in it and glared at the men once again, "Get out of my house." I spoke through my clenched teeth.

"Miss. Mel, if you could just listen for a second?" Bumblebee tried to reason with me, I shouted again, "OUT!" I pointed at the door. Ironhide was the first one to go out followed by Rogers and Bumblebee. Optimus stayed behind as I was breaking down.

"Do you ever listen?" he took me by surprise. My eyes widened and my hands itched to punch him across his face, "Tell me Mr. Prime, how you sleep every night knowing that you lost someone so dearly? Someone whom you created memories with and took those memories with them to the grave?" my voice was breaking, "knowing that they won't come back. I know you don't do the dirty work. But know this, I will find out who is responsible for my parents death. I don't care if get my hands dirty, but someone has to put an end to this and if no one will then I will." We were facing each other, our faces inches away. He didn't reply knowing that I was right. I turned away from him and walked to my room, slamming my door close. I didn't dare to look outside, but I did hear the loud engines as they pulled away. I slid down to the side of my bed and clutched on my blankets as I cried my eyes out.

And he didn't even apologize.

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That night, Ciara and I went out to continue with our job. We were at our old base that we found years ago and picked up where we left off. We were at our own place; Ciara at the other side of the building working on finishing the touches on the ship while I was fixing my suit. The suit that I was creating it's just like Iron Man, I know I'm not that creative and I don't claim to be. I was so lost into my project, welding the parts to its proper place as my mind replayed what happened today and every time that would happen, I slam the gun down every time I would mess up until at the end when I mess up real bad and gave up. I pushed everything off the table as it flew across the room making a ruckus. I crutched down and held in my urge to scream. I took a deep breath and let it all out, I did that numerous time until I felt like I was under control.

I got up and turned around until I bumped into something hard and cold. I fell on my back and looked up only to see a black and orange mechanical in front of me, staring down at me emotionless.

"Jesus Christ, you scared the shit out of me." I panted as I placed a hand on my chest.

"Are you dying?" he asked as I got up and dusted myself, "Not as of yet." I replied and headed back to my station. As I was working, I saw him standing there fixing his mechanical arm. I stared in awe how tall this beast is, humongous and yet I still wonder how he can fit in this god damn base. His figure is really scary and menacing looking especially in the dark. You never want to see him mad because when he is, you will wish that you parents never had sex and conceived you. You will wish to be with the devil himself than with this anger freak beast. His form contained back and orange wings and he can change into a fucking dragon whenever he feels like it and breathes fire. How cool is that! He has a holoform but he doesn't like to use it, according to him, he feels useless. He's not much a talker, he's a very serious mech and he never jokes around. Ever.

"You know, Predaking, instead of standing there you should help me with this suit." I pointed. He looked down at me and I felt him scanning me, "You've been leaking human." He commented. I placed the crowbar down at the table; I know what he is going to say next.

"That is a sign of weakness." Jeez, thanks for pointing it out again. Have you ever thought of I don't know, ask what's wrong? But instead I said, "That's fine, I'll work on my own." And with my index finger and middle finger I indicated a peace sign and when he walked away I flipped him off.

It took me at least eight hours to build the feet and the leg attached together. Eight freaking hours and without guidance. Ciara left two hours ago before I did and called it a night, I stayed behind and observed Predaking as I worked. I noticed that there was something off about him but I rather not say anything. It was already past two o'clock in the morning and I decided to go home. I put the materials back to its placed and on my way out I grabbed my sweater. Like always, Predaking just growled like he always does to say goodnight.

When I leave I usually take the shortest route to my house which was cutting through a park, walk behind an alley and behind my neighbor's yard but today I know that the Autobots are going to be around there patrolling and the second short cut will be filled by robocops. So I had to take the long way and go running. The night is beautiful though, and I got so much on my mind.

The night is young, so I am going to use this time to clear up my thoughts and try to start of new.

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Dear diary,

Never in my life have I felt so much hate toward Optimus and he needs to apologize. He calls himself a hero and he doesn't even do the dirty work. Someone else does and I know that for sure. He needs to stop playing the hero. If I hate him so much, why am I even talking about him?

Okay, changing topic; there is so many things I need to do but my main ones are: find out who killed my parents and hunt them down. Finish building my suit and the ship.

Right now what is bothering me, why the fuck did the Autobots and Rogers gave me a box of jewelry?! I am still mad at them and if I ever bump into any of them, I will beat them up merciless. I am still surprised that I am alive after my parent's death…I feel week without them, I feel so empty and seeing Meg sad all the time only makes me feel even ten times more shitty. Ciara tries to help her, but Megan is always in her room. I need to get her out before she falls into a severe depression.

Well, let the hunt begin.

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Song: Remember everything by five finger death punch

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